Hello again
Today is mom's bath day, and once again the staff did not even put music or the TV on for her. So she had to just lay there and do nothing all day long until I arrived. I have already mentioned this to them once. See how they do things.
It is ABUSE! No one wants to just lay there and do nothing. Stare at the ceiling all day long. No wonder mom is upset at these people. They can't even put her comforter on correctly. Would you at home, put your comforter on upside down. I don't think so.
I am glad I come everyday. So I can keep an eye out. If I wasn't their, I wonder how badly they would treat mom. Just as they treat others.
I am not the only one who has problems with the day staff. They are extremely lazy. Once again this is from loved one's who come during the day to visit.
Being bath day, mom likes her omelet, so I make it differently each time. Different cheeses etc.......
And I brought her some chicken to go with it. And mom ate everything. And then her dessert. I make sure mom gets fresh fruit with each meal. Her papaya and avocado daily.
And after I brushed her teeth, I changed her sheets. Since yesterday, when mom got sick, the staff put on the hospital sheets. But I brought a set of mom's sheets. Of course they didn't bother to put them on the bed, before they put mom back to bed.
I am just complaining. It is very easy and quick for me to do. I don't even need to turn mom. This was done and I started her spa treatment, I was able to do mom's face and arms. She was so comfortable that this is all she wanted. She said no to doing her legs. So I didn't but I mentioned to her that it has been two days since her legs were done, and we need to do them tomorrow.
Exciting stuff don't you think. But this is what happens on a daily basis'.
And I noticed with myself, that the closer I get to Coquitlam the more stress I feel. The facial cues tell me this.
I really do hate coming back here. What the hell do I have to do to find a place that I can afford. I spend 7 or more hours each day traveling. I am in pain all the time. Stressed out. And now the new problems that I am going to go through for the rest of my life. Not dealing with it. Can't. I have to much stress as it is.
I don't bring any of my crap in with me, when visiting mom. I leave it at the door.
I am pissed off and somewhat freaking out right now.
I am now stopping this.
GOD bless and good night.
Saturday, January 31, 2015
Friday, January 30, 2015
I dream of living in.............................
Hello again
Today was another beautiful day in the Lower Mainland. Sunny and warm. Let us not fool ourselves. Last year in February we had a nice snow storm.
Anyway got some things done today, which I had to leaver very early to do. Picked up some dinner for mom. Arrived really early to her place. So we ended up getting the drinks part out of the way early.
When I arrived their, I was informed that mom was sick this morning and vomited all over the place. All over her bedding and clothing. So I arrived to a bag full of items that had been vomited on.
They did not even bother to rinse them off first, before putting them in the bag. So several of the items stained.
Let me continue before I get back to that. So getting mom's drinks out of the way, we were able to get to dinner. Since mom was empty now. Both ends. She was very hungry.and didn't want anymore to drink, only to go and eat.
I hurried to get everything together and off we went to our usual spot. I warmed up mom's dinner and she ate most of it. But now just wanted to get her hair done. Considering it it Friday and one of the days I do her hair. I washed and styled her hair. Really nicely I might say so.
When I finished changing her into her nightgown and brushed her teeth. I proceeded to take out the items from the bag. They were a mess. So I rinsed everything off as well as I could. I knew things were going to stain form this.
This is what I have to deal with. Incompetence. Truly incompetent. They could of at least rinsed the clothing off first.
Since I had allot of clothing and her sheets to wash. I needed to spray them to try to get the stain out. I had to leave early. Didn't get out to early. I just should of stayed, I had to wait anyways for the bus. I will stay latter tonight.
I got home and immediately put the clothing into the wash. I sprayed the heavily stained items, hoping this would get the stains out. Almost, but not really. Well before I put them into the dryer, I needed to go through each item and put the clothing that needed to be sprayed again,, back into my room to wash them again.
The rest are in the dryer right now. Even though I am not to do laundry after 10 pm. Well the landlord decided to rent the room out to these assholes. I don't give a crap.
I still have not dealt with the diagnosis, and my hand still shakes. It will always to this now, and it will get worse.
I just want out of this hole. It was okay when I first moved in, but these Asian landlords don't give a crap about fixing anything. They just painted over the mold.
Please pray, if not for me, but my mother who deserves me to be closer to her, to be there for her more often and take her out for walks and bring her over for lunch or dinner.
GOD bless and good night.
Kristopher Schmuland
Today was another beautiful day in the Lower Mainland. Sunny and warm. Let us not fool ourselves. Last year in February we had a nice snow storm.
Anyway got some things done today, which I had to leaver very early to do. Picked up some dinner for mom. Arrived really early to her place. So we ended up getting the drinks part out of the way early.
When I arrived their, I was informed that mom was sick this morning and vomited all over the place. All over her bedding and clothing. So I arrived to a bag full of items that had been vomited on.
They did not even bother to rinse them off first, before putting them in the bag. So several of the items stained.
Let me continue before I get back to that. So getting mom's drinks out of the way, we were able to get to dinner. Since mom was empty now. Both ends. She was very hungry.and didn't want anymore to drink, only to go and eat.
I hurried to get everything together and off we went to our usual spot. I warmed up mom's dinner and she ate most of it. But now just wanted to get her hair done. Considering it it Friday and one of the days I do her hair. I washed and styled her hair. Really nicely I might say so.
When I finished changing her into her nightgown and brushed her teeth. I proceeded to take out the items from the bag. They were a mess. So I rinsed everything off as well as I could. I knew things were going to stain form this.
This is what I have to deal with. Incompetence. Truly incompetent. They could of at least rinsed the clothing off first.
Since I had allot of clothing and her sheets to wash. I needed to spray them to try to get the stain out. I had to leave early. Didn't get out to early. I just should of stayed, I had to wait anyways for the bus. I will stay latter tonight.
I got home and immediately put the clothing into the wash. I sprayed the heavily stained items, hoping this would get the stains out. Almost, but not really. Well before I put them into the dryer, I needed to go through each item and put the clothing that needed to be sprayed again,, back into my room to wash them again.
The rest are in the dryer right now. Even though I am not to do laundry after 10 pm. Well the landlord decided to rent the room out to these assholes. I don't give a crap.
I still have not dealt with the diagnosis, and my hand still shakes. It will always to this now, and it will get worse.
I just want out of this hole. It was okay when I first moved in, but these Asian landlords don't give a crap about fixing anything. They just painted over the mold.
Please pray, if not for me, but my mother who deserves me to be closer to her, to be there for her more often and take her out for walks and bring her over for lunch or dinner.
GOD bless and good night.
Kristopher Schmuland
Wednesday, January 28, 2015
Angry
Hello again
I am very angry, actually extremely pissed off. The case worker at the PGT has not returned my email or my phone call. This women is afraid of me.
I am only angry and extremely out spoken on this blog. In person I believe in being straight forward, but in a calmer tone. I say what it is that I want or am asking for.
ABUSE, ABUSE,ABUSE AND ABUSE. =
To deny someone, something that they are accustom to receiving on a daily basis' is the dictionary's definition of abuse.
Mom needs things and this month, I think I mean for the next month I can't even afford to eat. And I am dead serious about that. I have no idea how I am going to pull this one off. I do however, have my bus pass, so I can get to see mom everyday. That is the only consolation to this. So I don't have the means to pay for what mom needs. I pay for as much as I can out of my own money. Mom is first, I am last.
But no one cares anyways, whether I eat or not.
I hate living here. I am almost to the point of getting a tent, throwing everything I have away and set it up somewhere in White Rock. So I can be close to mom. I just can't do this anymore. I really dread coming back here each night.
It is not a safe place to be and I am worried that I will come home to nothing. With the landlord renting out a room for a few days or weeks to complete strangers. Now I am dealing with this bullshit of this couple playing the I don't speak English game. When they speak English very well. I over heard them. I knew it from the first time I saw them. I can't trust someone like that.
I don't feel safe. Though I don't have much. What I do have is what I have manage to collect over the last few years.
What even makes me angrier is the fact that I can't stay latter with mom. Tonight was a perfect example of this. After the spa treatment mom fell asleep easily. I just held her hand. She pulled it close to her. And she was asleep. When it was time for me to leave, mom woke up. She wanted something to drink. Which I had just packed up. So I unpacked it. No problems with this. But after she wasn't ready to go back to sleep right away, and wanted me to hold her hand so she could fall back to sleep. I couldn't. By this time I really needed to go. As it was it wasn't until after 10:30 when I arrived home.
Now if I lived their. I would stay until, well,whenever.
Oh by the way, mom is fine. I now know she can't eat certain type of beef. I got her this beef pot pie from the deli and it is made with beef brisket. Mom just chews and chews this. Then she will put it in her cheek. And continue to eat other things. I paused feeding her for a moment and I noticed her chewing something. It was allot of the brisket that she had pushed into her cheek. Mom chewed on this for over 10 minutes. I tried to get her to spit it out, but no. So I asked her to open her mouth so I could take it out. I stuck my finger in her mouth and before I could get the brisket out. She chomped down on my finger and wouldn't let go. I tried everything to get my finger out. But no luck. Finally she let go. Damn did my finger hurt and still does. This is the second time I did this. I didn't learn from the first time not to put my finger in her mouth. I just didn't want mom to choke on it. I wanted her to have something else. Instead of just chewing on this for the whole night.
Mom finally spit it out. And she wasn't in the mood to eat any more of the dinner. I don't blame her. Her jaw must of hurting, from all the chewing.
I gave her dessert and off we went to do the dishes and then wash and style her hair. Looked great by the way.
Okay, I wasn't even going to write this much. But it just came rolling out.
My hearing is getting really bad. Just hearing things from behind. Today I really noticed it. I haven't been able to hear people walking up from behind me lately. Today a blind women, tapping her cane came up behind me and I didn't even hear her until she was besides me. Then tonight, I was beside mom at her nightstand and all of a sudden I heard the nurse say that's it Kris she has had her medicine for the night. She scared the crap out of me. I didn't even hear here at all. And she was less than a meter behind me. As mom was right beside me. I can hear a car coming up behind me, but not someone walking behind me. Lately, I have really noticed it. I can hear from beside me and forward.
I have said before the hearing specialist had told me I need hearing aids. I don't have $6000 to pay for them. Yes they are $3000 a piece. REALLY!
I am going now. To upset to keep writing. Or I would just write and write about nothing.
Pray for my mother and I. Please
GOD bless and good night
Kristopher Shcmuland
I am very angry, actually extremely pissed off. The case worker at the PGT has not returned my email or my phone call. This women is afraid of me.
I am only angry and extremely out spoken on this blog. In person I believe in being straight forward, but in a calmer tone. I say what it is that I want or am asking for.
ABUSE, ABUSE,ABUSE AND ABUSE. =
To deny someone, something that they are accustom to receiving on a daily basis' is the dictionary's definition of abuse.
Mom needs things and this month, I think I mean for the next month I can't even afford to eat. And I am dead serious about that. I have no idea how I am going to pull this one off. I do however, have my bus pass, so I can get to see mom everyday. That is the only consolation to this. So I don't have the means to pay for what mom needs. I pay for as much as I can out of my own money. Mom is first, I am last.
But no one cares anyways, whether I eat or not.
I hate living here. I am almost to the point of getting a tent, throwing everything I have away and set it up somewhere in White Rock. So I can be close to mom. I just can't do this anymore. I really dread coming back here each night.
It is not a safe place to be and I am worried that I will come home to nothing. With the landlord renting out a room for a few days or weeks to complete strangers. Now I am dealing with this bullshit of this couple playing the I don't speak English game. When they speak English very well. I over heard them. I knew it from the first time I saw them. I can't trust someone like that.
I don't feel safe. Though I don't have much. What I do have is what I have manage to collect over the last few years.
What even makes me angrier is the fact that I can't stay latter with mom. Tonight was a perfect example of this. After the spa treatment mom fell asleep easily. I just held her hand. She pulled it close to her. And she was asleep. When it was time for me to leave, mom woke up. She wanted something to drink. Which I had just packed up. So I unpacked it. No problems with this. But after she wasn't ready to go back to sleep right away, and wanted me to hold her hand so she could fall back to sleep. I couldn't. By this time I really needed to go. As it was it wasn't until after 10:30 when I arrived home.
Now if I lived their. I would stay until, well,whenever.
Oh by the way, mom is fine. I now know she can't eat certain type of beef. I got her this beef pot pie from the deli and it is made with beef brisket. Mom just chews and chews this. Then she will put it in her cheek. And continue to eat other things. I paused feeding her for a moment and I noticed her chewing something. It was allot of the brisket that she had pushed into her cheek. Mom chewed on this for over 10 minutes. I tried to get her to spit it out, but no. So I asked her to open her mouth so I could take it out. I stuck my finger in her mouth and before I could get the brisket out. She chomped down on my finger and wouldn't let go. I tried everything to get my finger out. But no luck. Finally she let go. Damn did my finger hurt and still does. This is the second time I did this. I didn't learn from the first time not to put my finger in her mouth. I just didn't want mom to choke on it. I wanted her to have something else. Instead of just chewing on this for the whole night.
Mom finally spit it out. And she wasn't in the mood to eat any more of the dinner. I don't blame her. Her jaw must of hurting, from all the chewing.
I gave her dessert and off we went to do the dishes and then wash and style her hair. Looked great by the way.
Okay, I wasn't even going to write this much. But it just came rolling out.
My hearing is getting really bad. Just hearing things from behind. Today I really noticed it. I haven't been able to hear people walking up from behind me lately. Today a blind women, tapping her cane came up behind me and I didn't even hear her until she was besides me. Then tonight, I was beside mom at her nightstand and all of a sudden I heard the nurse say that's it Kris she has had her medicine for the night. She scared the crap out of me. I didn't even hear here at all. And she was less than a meter behind me. As mom was right beside me. I can hear a car coming up behind me, but not someone walking behind me. Lately, I have really noticed it. I can hear from beside me and forward.
I have said before the hearing specialist had told me I need hearing aids. I don't have $6000 to pay for them. Yes they are $3000 a piece. REALLY!
I am going now. To upset to keep writing. Or I would just write and write about nothing.
Pray for my mother and I. Please
GOD bless and good night
Kristopher Shcmuland
Tuesday, January 27, 2015
A day gone by
Hello again
So today was an off day for mom. Grumpy, in a bad mood. It wasn't until latter, during dinner, that I figured out why. Constipated. This is the result of the Tylenol. This is what this drug does to people. And it is not the Tylenol with Codeine. It is all of them. It is hard on the liver as well. And they still give mom this 4 times a day. It was 8 times a day until I put a stop to that. I am trying to find something else to help her with the pain. Being either natural or chemical. But I need to do my research ASAP. To get mom off of this dangerous drug. She has enough problems, without having to ruin her liver.
Because mom was grumpy, she was lashing out a bit. Did not want me to let go of her hand at all. We had dinner in her room. And mom, even though she was constipated, ate just about all of both dinners.
As soon as I finished dinner, I changed her immediately, pushed the bell and the care aid came in right away. Then we took care of this situation. Mom was very relieved and felt allot better after this. I quickly gave mom her spa treatment. Which by the way, I had to go from store to store with some empty containers and collect as much of her different lotions, that she uses daily, from the samples the store have on display. To be able to continue to give mom her spa treatment each night. I have enough for three days. But not all of what she uses. Or that I use to give her the spa treatment daily. I am going ot have to go to a different mall to get some more after this runs out. I have to change it up, to be able to continue to give mom her sap treatment.
This is the result of the new female case manager at the PGT not doing anything about this.
Well after this, mom was so relaxed and it was not long before mom was asleep. I just held her hand for half an hour and then left.
Yes I could of left earlier, since mom was asleep. But I don't want to come back here anymore. I just hate, yes hate, and I don't hate, being here.
I am essentially packed, except for the clothing and items I use on a daily basis'. So my room is much smaller and getting even smaller the more I pack. I am becoming claustrophobic. I have very little room to move around my room. No where else to store these items.
I have also been offered many things that I could use. A daughter of one of the residents, is moving to a smaller place and has allot of household items to give away. I told the care aid who told me about it, that I could use all of what she has. But, the big but. I have no place to store these or any items. And no way of even getting them.
Well still have not dealt with the diagnosis. Becoming even more depressed. Again I don't want to come back her at night.
Pray, please pray. for GOD to inter seed in my life
GOD bless and good night
Kris Schmuland
So today was an off day for mom. Grumpy, in a bad mood. It wasn't until latter, during dinner, that I figured out why. Constipated. This is the result of the Tylenol. This is what this drug does to people. And it is not the Tylenol with Codeine. It is all of them. It is hard on the liver as well. And they still give mom this 4 times a day. It was 8 times a day until I put a stop to that. I am trying to find something else to help her with the pain. Being either natural or chemical. But I need to do my research ASAP. To get mom off of this dangerous drug. She has enough problems, without having to ruin her liver.
Because mom was grumpy, she was lashing out a bit. Did not want me to let go of her hand at all. We had dinner in her room. And mom, even though she was constipated, ate just about all of both dinners.
As soon as I finished dinner, I changed her immediately, pushed the bell and the care aid came in right away. Then we took care of this situation. Mom was very relieved and felt allot better after this. I quickly gave mom her spa treatment. Which by the way, I had to go from store to store with some empty containers and collect as much of her different lotions, that she uses daily, from the samples the store have on display. To be able to continue to give mom her spa treatment each night. I have enough for three days. But not all of what she uses. Or that I use to give her the spa treatment daily. I am going ot have to go to a different mall to get some more after this runs out. I have to change it up, to be able to continue to give mom her sap treatment.
This is the result of the new female case manager at the PGT not doing anything about this.
Well after this, mom was so relaxed and it was not long before mom was asleep. I just held her hand for half an hour and then left.
Yes I could of left earlier, since mom was asleep. But I don't want to come back here anymore. I just hate, yes hate, and I don't hate, being here.
I am essentially packed, except for the clothing and items I use on a daily basis'. So my room is much smaller and getting even smaller the more I pack. I am becoming claustrophobic. I have very little room to move around my room. No where else to store these items.
I have also been offered many things that I could use. A daughter of one of the residents, is moving to a smaller place and has allot of household items to give away. I told the care aid who told me about it, that I could use all of what she has. But, the big but. I have no place to store these or any items. And no way of even getting them.
Well still have not dealt with the diagnosis. Becoming even more depressed. Again I don't want to come back her at night.
Pray, please pray. for GOD to inter seed in my life
GOD bless and good night
Kris Schmuland
Monday, January 26, 2015
It's seems it is going to be like that.
Hello again
I would like to start with this.
It seems that there are a select few individuals who like to continuously call me all sorts of things. I can agree on some of them. But let me say this.
If you have a loved one or someone you may know, who is like my mother and millions of others around the world who have had Strokes and have or beginning to develop Dementia or Alzheimer's. I bet you would be the first to call me. Because I am the one who will do the work necessary. Who will fight for their rights. I will be loyal to a fault. I will not stand for abuse and I am the one who will do something about it.
I will be out their with the picket sign. Calling or researching the institutions and organizations who are the one's causing the abuse. Or I will be on the phone countless hours, do whatever I can do to put an end to the abuse of that individual. I will be the one writing the letters.
And no matter what anyone says about me. No one can tell me that what I do for my mother and the way I take care of her is meaningless or I am doing something wrong.
There is a very small percentage of the worlds population who would do or can do or even have it in them to do what I do for my mother. Who would travel the distances I travel, and keep it up for years and years. Without fail. Never missing a day. Making sure my mother is being treated well. And making sure I take care of her the way she should be taken care of . To make sure she gets the proper nutritional supplements to keep her healthy. Making sure the doctors are not giving her medication that they shouldn't be giving her.
No I am not a doctor, but it is easy to get all the information one needs to get the answer one seeks. Or even get the advice one seeks from a specialist at a leading research facility, around the world.
Just look, seek and find. And then ask. It is that simple. Yes it takes time. But are not our loved one's worth the time.
So for those who seek to demean me with your harsh comments. You would also be the first to call, write or somehow get in touch with me to ease your burdens. And you would offer to pay me handsomely for it. I
I have not written this to brag. I only speak and write the truth. I know what I am doing. Well most of the time anyways.
Mom.
When I arrived mom looked good. Really nice hair cut. And of course very thirsty. Which I solved right away. And very hungry. Which I made sure mom had as much to eat as she could. And tonight when mom was finished. She clearly said the word "Done" Off to bed she went. I mean I took her to her room, and changed her into her nightgown, brushed her teeth. Then called the care aid whom put her to bed and changed her diaper. Then the spa treatment. And I am not sure how long this will go on. I am almost out of all my samples and the women at the PGT is stone walling me.
Lastly, I am not dealing with this diagnosis very well. I have nothing and even more is being taken away from me.
All I want to do is live closer to my mother. To do more for her. To have her over for lunch or dinner. To continue to make her life even better.
I pray for mom's health and the only thing I pray for myself is to be living closer to mom. Within walking distance and close to the major buses. And of course, a place, at a price which I can afford.
Is this to much to ask of GOD or anyone. I don't believe it is .
GOD bless and good night
Kris Schmuland
I would like to start with this.
It seems that there are a select few individuals who like to continuously call me all sorts of things. I can agree on some of them. But let me say this.
If you have a loved one or someone you may know, who is like my mother and millions of others around the world who have had Strokes and have or beginning to develop Dementia or Alzheimer's. I bet you would be the first to call me. Because I am the one who will do the work necessary. Who will fight for their rights. I will be loyal to a fault. I will not stand for abuse and I am the one who will do something about it.
I will be out their with the picket sign. Calling or researching the institutions and organizations who are the one's causing the abuse. Or I will be on the phone countless hours, do whatever I can do to put an end to the abuse of that individual. I will be the one writing the letters.
And no matter what anyone says about me. No one can tell me that what I do for my mother and the way I take care of her is meaningless or I am doing something wrong.
There is a very small percentage of the worlds population who would do or can do or even have it in them to do what I do for my mother. Who would travel the distances I travel, and keep it up for years and years. Without fail. Never missing a day. Making sure my mother is being treated well. And making sure I take care of her the way she should be taken care of . To make sure she gets the proper nutritional supplements to keep her healthy. Making sure the doctors are not giving her medication that they shouldn't be giving her.
No I am not a doctor, but it is easy to get all the information one needs to get the answer one seeks. Or even get the advice one seeks from a specialist at a leading research facility, around the world.
Just look, seek and find. And then ask. It is that simple. Yes it takes time. But are not our loved one's worth the time.
So for those who seek to demean me with your harsh comments. You would also be the first to call, write or somehow get in touch with me to ease your burdens. And you would offer to pay me handsomely for it. I
I have not written this to brag. I only speak and write the truth. I know what I am doing. Well most of the time anyways.
Mom.
When I arrived mom looked good. Really nice hair cut. And of course very thirsty. Which I solved right away. And very hungry. Which I made sure mom had as much to eat as she could. And tonight when mom was finished. She clearly said the word "Done" Off to bed she went. I mean I took her to her room, and changed her into her nightgown, brushed her teeth. Then called the care aid whom put her to bed and changed her diaper. Then the spa treatment. And I am not sure how long this will go on. I am almost out of all my samples and the women at the PGT is stone walling me.
Lastly, I am not dealing with this diagnosis very well. I have nothing and even more is being taken away from me.
All I want to do is live closer to my mother. To do more for her. To have her over for lunch or dinner. To continue to make her life even better.
I pray for mom's health and the only thing I pray for myself is to be living closer to mom. Within walking distance and close to the major buses. And of course, a place, at a price which I can afford.
Is this to much to ask of GOD or anyone. I don't believe it is .
GOD bless and good night
Kris Schmuland
Sunday, Sunday.
Hello again
I have not written as I am having a difficult time coming to grips with what the neurologist has said to me. I am pissed off, I don't want to speak with anyone I mean anyone. I will only speak with mom. Sure I am saying hello, but that is it.
Mom has been doing great the last many days. Bath day on Saturday, means mom is in bed all day long. And this Saturday, the staff did not even turn the TV on or turn the stereo on. So mom had just lay there and stare at the ceiling. Really!
This is the kind of nonsense that mom and I have to put up with. They don't even give her anything to drink. I know this by how thirsty mom is when I arrive. I would say this is abuse. They need to be in there giving mom something to drink every half hour or so.
Mom has been eating everything I have been bringing. I have been arriving earlier and so mom has been eating early. By the time they bring mom's cold served dinner, mom is just about done, and we are on to dessert. Then they ask me if mom wants anything from the tray.
This new PGT case manager has been refusing to supply mom with the needed supplements mom is use to taking. She tells me they work it out with the pharmacist and set up an account. I tried to tell her, but she at the PGT kept cutting me off , speaking over me. Basically, not listening to anything I have to say. Even though I have dealt with this matter several years ago. PGT PGT PGT PGT PGT
I have written down the PGT for a reason. They will flag it.
To continue. I have dealt with this before and all the pharmacist can do is to provide capsules and tablets. Mom can't swallow either of these. This is why I researched this and came up with the Vega One supplement, the B complex and the Hemp oil. These provide mom with everything she needs on a daily basis'. All the amino acids the body needs, the greens and all the vitamins and minerals mom needs to be taking each day. God knows that what is being served their, does not contain anywhere near what we need for supplements daily, or none at all.
For most of my adult life I have been taking and researching supplements and what to take for different aliments, to sustain us, keep us healthy and happy. Even though I am extremely depressed. I can't afford supplements at this time. Maybe they might help. But they are expensive. I can't afford to eat more than once a day. So taking supplements is out of the question. But I am making sure mom gets all the nutrition she needs. And the case manager at the PGT doesn't think she needs them. Or at least doesn't get the fact I have dealt with this before.
This women at the PGT, New case manager for my mother.
I don't know if I even mentioned this . But when I went down town to speak with the old case manager. See I am being nice, I am not mentioning their names. That is next. Anyways. I was sitting in the reception area, He came down, startled me. and had her with him. He mentioned that she will be taking over mom's file. They were both standing over me, I adjusted myself. This women took a step back, I couldn't deal with them standing over me, talking down at me, So I stood up. As most people would do. The this women took another step back away from me. What did she think I was going to do.
I will state this. I am a pacifist. I am none violent. I will use the written word to get my point across. As I am doing now and have done for a long time now. This yields better results.
So I now need to be calling this women to get things done. I don't think mom should be going without something she is use to and expects. Again, this is know as abuse.
Okay, it is after midnight and I need to go now.
GOD bless and good night
Kris Schmuland
Please pray for me. I need it. My mother needs it. If not for me, but for my mother.
If you experience any of what I write about,or you know of someone who is going through something similar, please write me and tell me your story. I will publish your story, if you wish or I will simply print it out and put in with my files of other's stories.
Write to me at giveshare@outlook.com
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I have not written as I am having a difficult time coming to grips with what the neurologist has said to me. I am pissed off, I don't want to speak with anyone I mean anyone. I will only speak with mom. Sure I am saying hello, but that is it.
Mom has been doing great the last many days. Bath day on Saturday, means mom is in bed all day long. And this Saturday, the staff did not even turn the TV on or turn the stereo on. So mom had just lay there and stare at the ceiling. Really!
This is the kind of nonsense that mom and I have to put up with. They don't even give her anything to drink. I know this by how thirsty mom is when I arrive. I would say this is abuse. They need to be in there giving mom something to drink every half hour or so.
Mom has been eating everything I have been bringing. I have been arriving earlier and so mom has been eating early. By the time they bring mom's cold served dinner, mom is just about done, and we are on to dessert. Then they ask me if mom wants anything from the tray.
This new PGT case manager has been refusing to supply mom with the needed supplements mom is use to taking. She tells me they work it out with the pharmacist and set up an account. I tried to tell her, but she at the PGT kept cutting me off , speaking over me. Basically, not listening to anything I have to say. Even though I have dealt with this matter several years ago. PGT PGT PGT PGT PGT
I have written down the PGT for a reason. They will flag it.
To continue. I have dealt with this before and all the pharmacist can do is to provide capsules and tablets. Mom can't swallow either of these. This is why I researched this and came up with the Vega One supplement, the B complex and the Hemp oil. These provide mom with everything she needs on a daily basis'. All the amino acids the body needs, the greens and all the vitamins and minerals mom needs to be taking each day. God knows that what is being served their, does not contain anywhere near what we need for supplements daily, or none at all.
For most of my adult life I have been taking and researching supplements and what to take for different aliments, to sustain us, keep us healthy and happy. Even though I am extremely depressed. I can't afford supplements at this time. Maybe they might help. But they are expensive. I can't afford to eat more than once a day. So taking supplements is out of the question. But I am making sure mom gets all the nutrition she needs. And the case manager at the PGT doesn't think she needs them. Or at least doesn't get the fact I have dealt with this before.
This women at the PGT, New case manager for my mother.
I don't know if I even mentioned this . But when I went down town to speak with the old case manager. See I am being nice, I am not mentioning their names. That is next. Anyways. I was sitting in the reception area, He came down, startled me. and had her with him. He mentioned that she will be taking over mom's file. They were both standing over me, I adjusted myself. This women took a step back, I couldn't deal with them standing over me, talking down at me, So I stood up. As most people would do. The this women took another step back away from me. What did she think I was going to do.
I will state this. I am a pacifist. I am none violent. I will use the written word to get my point across. As I am doing now and have done for a long time now. This yields better results.
So I now need to be calling this women to get things done. I don't think mom should be going without something she is use to and expects. Again, this is know as abuse.
Okay, it is after midnight and I need to go now.
GOD bless and good night
Kris Schmuland
Please pray for me. I need it. My mother needs it. If not for me, but for my mother.
If you experience any of what I write about,or you know of someone who is going through something similar, please write me and tell me your story. I will publish your story, if you wish or I will simply print it out and put in with my files of other's stories.
Write to me at giveshare@outlook.com
I will be placing this address in the header.
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